Parents of many children have tricks they use to cut costs, and to keep order and sanity. When I was growing up in a family of seven children, one trick my mother used was to dress the girls all in the same outfit.
While it made for a great family photo, it also meant that that little pudgy one on the end (me) ended up wearing the same dress passed down from above for the next decade. Continue reading
This past weekend, not only did I accompany Trevor to his gymnastics meet at West Point (where he did well enough to qualify for finals in pommel the next day) but I also got to spend time visiting with my brother – Larry, his wife – Sue and their son – Chris. I also got to check in on my folks who have moved to Connecticut from Virginia.
Pommel and the Army. This says it all.
It was a great visit with lots of reminiscing about “the good old days” (and can I just say that it starts to get a little scary when the “good old days” are *your* childhood.) As we were getting ready to leave, Larry gave me a box of photos that he had rescued from my parent’s house during the move. He knew that Marc is interested in genealogy and he also knew that Marc would diligently scan every photo and put them in a share box for the rest of the family to enjoy. Continue reading